Strangely enough, I am slightly ahead of the curve in terms of this semester's work. Turns out it's much easier to get cracking earlier in the semester when one isn't working three days a week, doesn't have to write a lecture about STDs and health service art from scratch [ha! bad pun], and --instead of 3 seminars with 100 pages of reading and a 3 page response paper PER CLASS PER WEEK-- takes only 2 classes. In fact, the first two weeks of January were so profoundly hellish, it was actually a relief to head into February. Weird.
As a result, I'm hoping to be able to blog just a little bit more (including on
Kittenheads). Considering the bad luck I've had with blogging of a personal nature, I'm going to have to come up with a more specific objective, so I'll probably just post more about the artsy stuff I'm finding.
Like, for example, Holland Cotter's gleeful celebration of the tanking of the art market at NYTimes,
The Boom Is Over. Long Live the Art! Laugh it up, buster. We'll see how many art critics are left in a year.
In the meantime, I will leave you with the following quote describing the plight of the foreign worker in spiraling Dubai:
"We are all just sleeping, smoking, drinking coffee and having headaches because of the situation."*
It is rather strange and sad that this is a pretty accurate description of my life in general--with or without any economic crises.
*From from Hamza Thiab, a 27-year-old Iraqi who moved to Dubai from Baghdad in 2005, lost his job, and has until the end of February to find a new one. In Laid-Off Foreigners Flee as Dubai Spirals Down. (NYTimes,Feb 11, 2009)
